Like a man lost in the desert
I crawled
Looking for water
And they shimmered in front of me like an oasis
Just out of reach

Out in this desert, brother
It's survival of the fittest
So I evolved

And became
Their son

Went into bedrooms and bedrooms and back rooms

I asked for it
Begged for it

To control their every move
To sleep at night
To avoid a beating
To get fed that day
To get a smile
To get a pat on the head
To feel love
To survive

I made myself fit

And survived

And now like a man lost in the desert
I crawl
My oasis long buried in sand
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

It's still survival of the fittest out here

So where do I fit.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me.